Up until this point, I hadn't been worried at all because Bella is prone to drama (she gets that from her father), but then I notice that her right leg, right arm and right side of her face are breaking out in welty looking hives and give her a Benadryl. Twenty minutes later, she's fine. Still with the hives but not screaming, which is a relief since I'm pretty sure the cops were going to show up at any moment and question what I had done to my child to make her scream loud enough to disturb the entire state of New York. Not to worry, we can drop the terror threat level back down to a nice, placid yellow.
This morning, she still had the hives. They weren't welty looking anymore, though. The pediatrician said, "Flea bites." Really? My A.A.S from the Community College would like to put money on, "No way, Jose, is that flea bites." (The local Community College has an excellent language program, which is why I feel such ease when using terms like Jose and el bano)
I was going to take a picture of the rash and post it and see who could properly diagnose it. Instead I'll show you this.
So much prettier than welts isn't it? Mmmm, fluffy clouds and, um, peaky mountains. I think if you look closely enough you can even see a unicorn. Such a magical time of year. October.
Oops. Looks like Bella heard me say the "S" word again.